You got me back, Weezer.

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Sixteen more days until fairytale country.

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Holiday

Let's go away for a while
You and I
To a strange and distant land
Where they speak no word of truth
But we don't understand anyway

Holiday
far away to stay
on a Holiday
Far away Let's go today
In a Heartbeat!

Don't bother to pack your bags
Or your map
We won't need them where we're goin'
We're goin' where the wind is blowin'
Not knowin' where we're gonna stay

We will write a postcard
To our friends and family
In free verse

On the road with Kerouac
Sheltered in his Bivouac
On this road we'll never die...
Let's go away!